week 3; saturday post-trial; jade vine farm

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[When Healy finally heads back to Jade Vine, he's looking pretty haggard. He's lost a fair amount of blood, and even though his hand is bandaged up, it's still hurting like a son of a bitch. He misses having a real hospital around...

He had half a mind to just stay in the clinic, but he's made the trek back anyway. Less chance of getting bothered by the others.

Then again, he lives with Erika. So.]

Hey.

[He gives her a tired nod as he comes inside. He's got his bloody jacket slung over his shoulder. Maybe it'll wash out...]

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I'll be honest, I wasn't quite sure you had it in you.

[Most people start off with 'hello.']

How's the hand?

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I've killed before. Part of the job.

[He shrugs. He's not particularly proud of it, but he can't claim to feel guilty either.

As for the hand... He glances down at it. That he does regret.]

Seen better days, that's for sure. Not sure it was worth the trade-off.

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Not really, no. Especially since he just would have died regardless. Whether at the executioner's hand, or Zelos'.

[Zelos killing him would have at least meant it'd be a punishment in some kind for an actual crime committed.]

So. Seems I underestimated you. [She literally just thought he was a boring nobody, sorry Healy.] Assassin?

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Yeah... I don't know. Didn't want to leave it up to chance. That little prick might've been able to weasel out of it somehow.

[He gives her a smirk at the compliment, though.]

That means a lot, coming from you.

[He's half-joking.]

I don't really have a title. I take care of problems. Usually that doesn't involve killing, but sometimes the situation calls.

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A hired goon then.

[It's also half a joke. Probably a mercenary. Like that guy she and Ange killed.]

Where'd you get the gun, anyway?

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[He chuckles. Insulting him and then asking for a peek behind the curtain, how very Erika.]

A duck gave it to me. Gave me a fancy watch, too.

[He holds up the wrist of his undamaged hand. He was going to give it to Walter as a very manly friendship bracelet, but.]